It's two o'clock on the edge of the morningShe's running magical circles around my headI hitch a ride on a dream she's drivingShe turns to kiss me, I crash back into bedAcross the street on a grayed out MondayI see the girl with the eyes I can't describeAnd suddenly it's a perfect SundayAnd everything is more real than life
I think I'm back in the dreamI think I'm back on the ceilingIt's such a beautiful feelingGoing upShe lights me upShe breaks me upShe lifts me up
!Yo real deal right here!
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